Gotta love days like today -- listening to college football on the radio, stacking firewood for the winter, and watching a couple whitetail bucks act goofy on the hillside across the creek. Have seen no indication of the rut at all so far this fall, and then it was like somebody threw a switch last night. Have been watching one big buck chasing a doe all over the mountainside all morning, a second (smaller 2-pt) staying out of range of the bigger buck but trying to sneak a doe, and a third (yearling) buck wondering what in the hell is going on. Not a bad way to drink my morning coffee. Think I'll go for a little walk this evening with my rifle -- don't think I can bring myself to shoot the bigger buck I've been watching, but we've caught night-time glimpses of a very, very nice 5-pt, so will see if he's getting careless as well.